Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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As Srinu continued to read the diary, his hands trembled, and his eyes froze on the words that revealed Ganga's thoughts of taking her own life. His heart sank, and for a moment, he was unsure of how to process it.

"Ready to die…?" he muttered to himself, the phrase echoing in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, the diary still open in his lap, his breathing shallow as the weight of her words bore down on him. He had braced himself for anger, disgust, or confusion while reading her confessions. But this—her willingness to end her life—shook him to his core.

"Srinu, I know this will come as a shock to you, but I want you to understand that I am serious about my decision. The immense guilt and shame that weigh on my soul are too much to carry. I cannot live with myself knowing I have betrayed you—my husband, my love, my everything. I cannot erase what I have done, no matter how desperately I wish I could turn back time."

"Each moment that passes, I feel like I am drowning in a sea of my own making. The guilt is a living thing, clawing at my heart, my mind, my body. I see your face every time I close my eyes—your smile, your trust, your love. How can I live knowing I shattered all of it? How can I face you, knowing I allowed this to happen? Yes, at first, I resisted. I fought against their advances. But later… later, I gave in. My body betrayed me. My mind betrayed me. And now, I can no longer separate my guilt from who I am."

"I am not writing this to ask for forgiveness because I know I don’t deserve it. I am writing this so you can understand why I must leave this world. My decision is final. I do not deserve your love, your kindness, or the respect of your family. I have dishonored everything you believed about me. I have brought shame to myself and to our marriage, and I cannot bear the thought of you suffering because of my actions."

"But I will not do this while you are in the hospital, Srinu. I refuse to add to your burden while you are weak and healing. I will stay with you, silently by your side, watching over you until you recover and are strong enough to return to your life. When that day comes, I will slip away quietly—without a trace, without a word. I will leave behind this diary to explain my side of the story, my truth, my shame. Maybe one day, when you are ready, you will read these pages and understand why I chose this path. It is not because I do not love you—it is because I love you too much to let you suffer for my sins."

"I know you will ask, ‘Why not stay and make things right?’ But some mistakes can never be erased. They leave scars that no amount of time can heal. My betrayal is one such scar. It is permanent, and it has ruined me. The only redemption I can offer now is to remove myself from your life. I hope, in time, you will forget me, forget this pain, and find someone who deserves the love you so freely gave to me."

"Until then, I will carry this guilt like a punishment, as I wait for the day you no longer need me. On that day, I will walk away, and I will never look back."

As Srinu reached the end of the passage, the diary shook in his hands. His throat was dry, his eyes glassy as he stared at the words that seemed etched in his heart. "How did it come to this? How could she think death was the only way to atone for what happened?"

For a moment, his anger and pain were replaced by confusion and an overwhelming sadness. Despite his fury, despite the betrayal he felt boiling in his veins, the thought of Ganga—his Ganga—silently planning her death was unbearable.

He sat still for a long time, staring at the pages, replaying her words over and over. He could almost hear her voice in his mind, trembling with pain and regret as she described her torment. Her guilt was real, that much he could see. The thought of her sitting alone, suffocating under the weight of shame, crushed him in ways he couldn’t describe.

Srinu sat still, gripping the diary tightly in his hands. Ganga’s words echoed in his mind—her guilt, her pain, her willingness to take her own life to atone for her actions. For the first time, a wave of sympathy washed over him. He could feel her pain—how broken and ashamed she had been.

But suddenly, a voice in the back of his head interrupted the calm. It was sharp, piercing, and unapologetic. Yang, the darker side of his mind, spoke up:
Yang ( cold and mocking): "Why didn’t she die then?"

Srinu flinched, his head snapping up as if someone had spoken aloud. His voice trembled as he whispered to himself: "What did you say?"

Yang ( sarcastically, with a bitter edge): "Why is she not dead by now? She wrote she would kill herself. If she really meant it, she should have been dead already."

The words hit Srinu like a slap, his breathing quickening. He felt a chill creep up his spine as the realization dawned on him. Yang was right. He was already out of the hospital, fully recovered. Days—no, weeks—had passed since then. If Ganga meant what she wrote, she should have been gone. The diary would have been her final confession, left behind like a gravestone carved with guilt.

Another voice emerged, this time gentler but still filled with disappointment. It was Yin, his quieter, more reflective self:
Yin ( softly, almost sighing): "Yes, Yang is right. Why did she not stick to her words? What made her change her mind?"

Srinu’s mind spun as he flipped through the remaining pages of the diary. His fingers trembled as he realized how thick the book was, filled with entries beyond the day of the attack. She hadn’t stopped writing. Page after page, Ganga had documented her thoughts—her shame, her decisions, and, perhaps, the truth.

Srinu ( thinking to himself, his brows furrowing): "She continued writing… Why? Did something happen after the attack that changed her mind? Could these pages hold the answers to all the questions tormenting me?"

Yang’s voice cut through his thoughts like a blade, snapping impatiently:
Yang ( angry, shouting): "Why the hell do you still need the diary? What more do you want to know? It’s clear that she cheated on you! She wrote it herself! Now stop wasting time and do what you should have done a long time ago—kill her!"

Srinu flinched at the force of Yang’s words. His hands shook as he clutched the diary tighter, his knuckles turning white. Despite the anger boiling inside him, his mind wasn’t ready to give in just yet.

Srinu ( hesitantly, whispering): "Yin… what do you think I should do?"

For a moment, Yin was silent. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with sorrow—none of his usual calm or positivity remained.
Yin ( sadly, without conviction): "Yes… I think you should do what Yang is saying."

Yang ( jubilantly, almost laughing): "Finally! Something we both agree on. What are you waiting for, Srinu? Go upstairs and kill her already!"

Srinu closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving as he tried to drown out their voices. He could almost feel Yang grinning wickedly in the shadows of his mind while Yin sat slumped, defeated.

Srinu ( shouting back in frustration): "I can’t do it!"

Yang ( snapping angrily): "Why can’t you do it?"

Yin ( softly, echoing Yang’s question): "Yes, Srinu… why can’t you do it?"

Srinu’s voice trembled, his thoughts spilling out as he began to pace the room, the diary still clutched tightly in his hand:
Srinu: "Because there are too many unanswered questions!"

Yang ( exasperated, shouting): "What damn questions? What difference does it make?"

Srinu stopped pacing and looked at the diary with a grim determination in his eyes.
Srinu: "Everything. It makes all the difference. If I kill her right now, I will never know why she changed her mind about taking her life. What happened during the three weeks that I was in the hospital? Why did Ganga start visiting Ranigunj? Why were those people calling her 'Ranigunj ki randi rani'?"

He began flipping through the diary again, his voice gaining intensity as his mind raced with questions.
Srinu: "What did Ganga do in Ranigunj on that day? Who were the people she met there? What is this place called 'Adda,' and who was in there? Why did Javed and Chacha die so suddenly? And who the hell is Ranga? What happened between him and Ganga?"

He gripped his hair, his voice rising further as the questions tumbled out like a dam had broken.
Srinu: "How are the milkman and the waterboy involved in this? What happened in her college life that she never told me about? What secrets does her family hold? There’s so much I don’t know!" i always thought i knew ganga very well, But now i realized i know nothing about ganga.

Yang ( exhausted, in a low voice): "Why do you need answers to all these questions? Isn’t it clear that she cheated on you? What more do you need?"

Srinu’s jaw clenched, his voice low but resolute.
Srinu: "No. If I kill her now, I will never know the whole truth. I will never know how many people were involved in destroying my life. I don’t just want to punish her—I want to punish everyone responsible for this mess. I won’t rest until I uncover every single detail, every name, and every betrayal."

Yang ( smiling darkly, almost approving): "So you’re looking for revenge, huh? Good. But don’t let your anger fade. Don’t forget who caused this."

Yin ( softly, his voice barely audible): "Just be sure you know what you’re doing, Srinu. Once you start down this path, there’s no turning back."

Srinu looked at the diary one more time. He knew the answers were there, buried within its pages. It wasn’t just about Ganga anymore. It was about the entire truth—about understanding what led his life to shatter into a thousand pieces. And once he had those answers, there would be no mercy for anyone involved.

Srinu ( to himself, his voice cold): "I will read every word. I will find every secret. And when I’m done, everyone who had a hand in this will pay."

But a sudden knock on the door jolted him from his train of thought.

Ganga’s voice came softly from the other side:
Ganga ( concerned): "Srinu? Are you in there?"

Srinu froze, his heart pounding. His lips parted, but no words came out. He hadn’t expected Ganga to wake up, let alone come looking for him. His silence stretched, his mind struggling to process her presence outside the door.

Ganga knocked again, her voice laced with curiosity and worry.
Ganga ( knocking gently): "Srinu, what are you doing in your room this late?"

Her voice brought back a flood of unwanted memories. The visuals from the video of her with Javed and Chacha flashed vividly in his mind. He could see her face, her body, her sounds of pleasure. The betrayal he felt came crashing over him like a tidal wave, and his body reacted involuntarily. His heartbeat quickened, his muscles tensed, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Yang’s voice surged within him, sharp and commanding:
Yang ( hissing): "Take the blade from the desk. End it now. Slit her throat. Make her pay for what she did to you."

Srinu’s eyes darted to the blade lying innocently on the desk, its sharp edge glinting faintly under the dim light. His hand twitched as he stared at it, the temptation creeping closer. All he could think about was the pain she had caused him—the humiliation, the betrayal, the anguish of watching the woman he loved in the arms of other men.

But then, something else surfaced. A fleeting thought of the unanswered questions that haunted him. There was so much he didn’t know, so many loose ends that didn’t add up. If he acted now, he would never find the truth. He would never know who else was involved, what drove her to do what she did, or how deep the conspiracy went.

Srinu ( thinking, gripping the edge of the desk): "Not yet. Not now. I won’t let anyone escape. No one will have the last laugh."

Taking a deep breath, Srinu stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Ganga stood there, her face partially illuminated by the hallway light, her eyes wide with concern.

Srinu ( calmly, masking his emotions): "Ganga, what are you doing here?"

Ganga tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowed.
Ganga ( curiously): "I woke up and saw you weren’t in the bedroom. Then I heard someone shouting downstairs, so I came to check. Is everything okay?"

Her words felt like knives twisting in his chest. The sound of her voice, the innocence in her tone—it all felt so wrong against the backdrop of what he knew, what he had seen. His anger surged again, but he pushed it down, forcing himself to stay composed.

Srinu ( smiling faintly, with forced casualness): "Oh, don’t worry. That was me. There’s an emergency with our USA client. The production server went down, and I was shouting at my teammates during the meeting. I’m just trying to get things under control."

Ganga nodded, the worry on her face easing slightly.
Ganga ( reassuringly): "Oh, that’s okay. Take your time. I’m going back to bed."

She turned to leave but paused for a moment, glancing back at him.
Ganga ( softly): "Don’t stay up too late, Srinu. You’ve been working too hard lately."

Without waiting for a response, she walked away, her footsteps echoing softly as she climbed the stairs. Srinu watched her go, his jaw tightening as she disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Once Ganga was gone, Srinu shut the door to his room and let out a shaky breath. His hands trembled as he reached for the computer, powering it off in silence. The room felt oppressively quiet now, the only sound his shallow breathing.

Srinu ( thinking, staring at the desk): "What do I do now? How do I chase this rabbit hole and uncover how deep it truly goes?"

The questions he had tried to suppress came flooding back with greater intensity:

What happened during those three weeks while I was in the hospital?
Why did Ganga start visiting Ranigunj? Who were the people she met there?
What is this place called 'Adda,' and who was involved in it?
Why did Javed and Chacha die so suddenly? Who is Ranga, and what happened between him and Ganga?
And how are the milkman and waterboy tied to all of this?

Srinu’s hands clenched into fists as the questions swirled in his mind. The diary offered clues, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more answers—answers that would uncover every hidden thread in this web of betrayal.

Srinu began pacing back and forth in his room, the tension within him palpable. His hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to calm his racing mind, organizing the swirling thoughts into a coherent plan. Every step he took seemed to ground him further, slowly forming a strategy.

Yin, with his calm and measured tone, interrupted Srinu’s thoughts.
Yin ( gently): "What are you thinking, Srinu? Let us help you."

Srinu paused, glancing toward the diary on the desk, then replied:
Srinu: "I’m thinking of investigating on two fronts. The first is obvious—I need to uncover what happened during my three-week stay in the hospital and the real story behind Raniganj. Ganga’s diary has its limitations, and I doubt it contains the full truth. To truly understand, I’ll have to revisit Raniganj myself."

Yin ( encouragingly): "That sounds like a solid start. But even if you go to Raniganj, where would you begin your investigation? It’s a big place."

Srinu ( confidently): "I think I know someone who can help—Swathi."

Yang ( intrigued but skeptical): "Swathi? Who’s she?"

Yin ( reminding): "You’ve forgotten already? She’s the girl we met in the slums when we followed that auto."

Yang ( remembering with a sly grin): "Oh, that dusky beauty! Yeah, now I remember her. She was something else."

Yin ( ignoring Yang’s comment): "Alright, your plan to gather information from Swathi makes sense. What’s your other move?"

Srinu stopped pacing and turned toward the window, his voice steady and purposeful.
Srinu: "I need to meet Priya."

Yang ( surprised): "Priya? Why her? What does she have to do with any of this?"

Srinu ( thoughtfully): "Don’t you find it strange, Yang? Ganga’s diary claims she gave in to Javed and Chacha because of their relentless touching. But does that really make sense for someone like her? A woman like Ganga wouldn’t succumb to strangers just because of a few touches. There has to be more to it—something emotional or psychological."

Yin ( nodding in agreement): "Yes, I thought the same. Her explanation felt incomplete… like there’s a deeper reason behind her actions."

Srinu ( continuing): "Exactly. Ganga’s diary may not tell the whole story. Her suppressed voice might be part of the truth, but I believe there’s something rooted in her past—her childhood, her college life, or her family history. Priya, her best friend, might know things about her that Ganga hasn’t written down."

Yang ( angrily, his voice sharp): "You’re absolutely right! Who knows, Ganga might have lied in her diary to make herself look better. Cross-checking with Priya is the smartest thing to do."

Yin ( calmly): "Alright, that all sounds fine. But there’s a practical problem—will we have enough time for this investigation? Ganga might get suspicious if we miss our daily routine. If you’re gone for long hours or traveling, she’ll start asking questions."

Yang ( agreeing reluctantly): "Yin’s right. This kind of investigation will involve waiting around, traveling, and maybe even sneaking into places. If we’re not careful, it’ll throw off our schedule, and she’ll definitely notice."

Srinu stopped pacing, his brows furrowing as he thought about the issue. Then, he remembered something that brought a glimmer of hope to his plan.
Srinu: "Actually, we’ll have the perfect opportunity next week. Ganga’s family is hosting a function—her cousin Meena’s wedding. She’s supposed to attend."

Yang ( with a teasing laugh): "Oh, Meena! That hottie! I remember her. How could I forget those soft armpits?"

Yin ( annoyed): "Oh, just shut up, Yang."

Yang ( defensively): "What? I’m just saying the truth—she’s hot!"

Yin ( ignoring him): "Anyway, for Meena’s wedding, aren’t both ganga and you supposed to go, Srinu?"

Srinu ( smirking slightly): "We are. But I’ll make up an excuse to stay back. I’ll let her go on the bus by herself."

Yang ( pleased): "Now that’s a good idea. When does she leave?"

Srinu ( checking the calendar in his mind): "The day after tomorrow."

Yin ( thoughtfully): "That gives us enough time to plan our next steps."

Yang ( eagerly): "Perfect. While she’s away, we can dig deeper into Raniganj and question Priya without worrying about her watching us."

As Srinu continued pacing, Yin’s calm yet cautious voice interrupted his thoughts.
Yin ( thoughtfully): "This all sounds good, Srinu, but there’s one more problem—the diary."

Srinu stopped mid-step, turning toward the desk where the diary lay.
Srinu: "What about it?"

Yin ( practical): "How are we supposed to read it? We can’t steal it outright. If Ganga realizes the diary is missing, she’ll know we’re onto her. She’ll start hiding things, and your investigation will be compromised."

Yang, dismissive as ever, cut in with a scoff.
Yang ( casually): "You’re overthinking it, Yin. She’s leaving for her cousin’s wedding next week. Once she’s gone, we’ll have plenty of time to read it."

Yin ( firmly, in his usual composed tone): "Do you really think she’s going to leave her diary behind, Yang? This isn’t some notebook she’d forget in a drawer. It holds all her secrets. She’ll take it with her."

Srinu frowned, realizing Yin was right. The diary was too important for Ganga to leave unattended.
Srinu ( thinking aloud): "You’re right. If she takes it with her, we’ll lose our chance to uncover the rest of her secrets. We need to think of a way to make a complete copy of it before she leaves."

Yang ( excitedly): "Take pictures. That’s all you need to do—snap pictures of every page in the diary."

Yin ( agreeing): "Yes, that’s a good idea. This way, we’ll have the entire diary without her ever knowing. Srinu, you should do it now, while she’s asleep."

Srinu nodded, his resolve firm. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and quietly approached the desk where the diary lay. With careful hands, he opened the diary to the first page and positioned his phone to capture the text. The camera clicked softly as he began photographing each page, ensuring every word was clear and readable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Srinu reached the last page. He snapped the final picture and exhaled deeply, his hands shaking from the tension. He scrolled through the photos, double-checking that each page was legible. Satisfied, he saved the images in a hidden folder on his phone, locking it with a password only he knew.

Yang ( smirking): "Well done. Now we’ve got everything we need. She can take her precious diary wherever she wants—we’ve already got the evidence."

Yin ( calm and reassuring): "Good. With this out of the way, we’re all set. Let’s start our investigation tomorrow by visiting Raniganj. That should be our first priority."

Srinu nodded, placing the diary carefully in his shirt to hide it. He opened the door to his room slowly, peering into the hallway to ensure no one was around. The house was quiet, and the soft glow of the nightlight from the hallway cast long shadows.

Srinu crept toward the bedroom, the diary tucked securely under his arm. Pushing the bedroom door open gently, he saw Ganga fast asleep on their bed, her breathing slow and steady. For a moment, he stood there, watching her, his emotions a whirlwind of betrayal, anger, and confusion.

Srinu ( thinking): "How can she sleep so peacefully, knowing what she’s done? Knowing the chaos she’s unleashed in my life?"

Shaking off the thought, he moved carefully toward where the diary had originally been. He slid it back into its spot, ensuring it was positioned exactly as it had been before. With one last glance at Ganga, who remained undisturbed, he went to sleep thinking.

Srinu ( thinking, resolutely): "I’ll uncover everything. No matter what it takes, no matter who gets hurt, I’ll find the truth."​